They moved together toward the bed without breaking contact — slow, stumbling steps, mouths still fused, hands exploring.
When the backs of her knees hit the mattress she sat, pulling him down with her.
Jaenor settled between her spread thighs, the red babydoll riding up even higher, exposing the soaked lace of her thong.
He kissed her again, deeper this time, one hand cupping the back of her head while the other roamed. He traced the curve of her waist, the soft give of her belly, then back up to her breasts.
He pushed the thin straps of the babydoll down her shoulders, freeing her heavy tits completely. They spilled out, full and soft, nipples dark and aching. He groaned at the sight and lowered his head, taking one into his mouth.
Kate cried out softly, back arching, fingers threading into his hair.
"Yes… like that. Suck on them. They're so sensitive tonight."
